Wandering America: My kill threshold is far ahead

Good grief, he's talking about family heirlooms right off the bat, the Los Angeles branch of the National Treasure Gang, huh?

With the mindset of someone who would enjoy watching the spectacle, Ma Jie walked over out of curiosity.

The man arguing with old William was a gruff old man with white hair.

On the counter between the two men was a simple, antique-looking revolver.

With its wooden handle, brass shaft, and stainless steel barrel, the gun exudes a strong sense of history.

There's no way around it; the history books are too thick, and the historical background is too strong. In the long river of history spanning more than 200 years, these are the only things that can be called antiques.

Seeing a guest enter, old William gestured for Ma Jack to wait a moment, and said to old Deng, "Sir, I don't want to argue with you, and I can also tell you that there are only two of these Coffey patent revolvers in the world, one in the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York, and the other in the hands of a private collector."

"The one in the Metropolitan Museum of Art is fake, mine is the real one!"

"Look at the rifling, look at this old-fashioned craftsmanship. Can modern gunsmiths even make something like this?"

Old Deng, with his white hair, was so angry he was practically grinding his teeth to powder, and he roared furiously at old William.

Old William remained expressionless throughout, but his words were sharp: "As far as I know, the old gunsmith in Peshawar Dara, Pakistan, can replicate it one-to-one by hand."

"You... talking nonsense! You're spouting rubbish! I'm going to report your shop, kid. Just you wait, this is the price you pay for deceiving me!"

Old William braced himself on the counter, leaning forward with a menacing look in his eyes: "Sir, I've already done the assessment for you. Whether you accept it or not is up to you. I have other customers waiting for me. If you continue to cause trouble, I'll have to call the police."

Upon hearing that his boss was planning to call the police, Lao Deng knew he was in the wrong and stormed out in a fit of rage, slamming the door behind him.

"I'm sorry, buddy, I gave you a bad experience."

Old William shook his head helplessly, trying to calm himself down.

Ma Jieke was so happy he couldn't stop smiling: "Haha, no, no, I really enjoyed watching it."

My buddy doesn't have any other hobbies, he just loves watching national treasures help break through the Great Defenses.

"This old man is incredibly stubborn. He argued with me for over half an hour, insisting that he could use that replica to swindle $20 from me."

After old William finished speaking, his gaze towards Ma Jack became somewhat apprehensive: "Buddy, I vaguely remember you. Weren't you here a few days ago?"

"That's right, he came with Jimmy from Skid Row."

"Oh, I remember now, I received a box of Cohiba cigars from you." Having confirmed he was a regular customer, old William dropped the formalities: "What goodies have you brought me this time?"

"Take a look at this for me. I found it in a trash can. I don't know if I can exchange it for money."

Ma Jieke put down his backpack, unzipped it, and without making a sound, took out the antique doll wrapped in newspaper.

Old William took it, opened it curiously, examined it in his palm for a while, and asked, "Judging from its appearance, it seems to be an antique Emily doll with big eyes, produced in the late 19th century. To confirm this, it needs to be soaked and chemically cleaned. Do you mind if I do that?"

"I don't mind."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

With Majesty's consent, old William began to get to work.

First, soak the doll in distilled water for about three minutes, then take it out and carefully clean the stains with a soft brush. Finally, wipe it dry with a soft cloth that has been soaked in water.

The originally dirty porcelain doll instantly became adorable after his touch, standing there lifelike, especially its big, glassy eyes, which were so captivating they could melt anyone's heart.

The only pity is that two fingers on its right hand are missing, which explains why it ended up in the trash can.

After all, even as a small, handcrafted ornament, it can easily outperform mass-produced products commonly found on the market.

"Brother, looks like you've struck gold." After examining the details, old William put down the magnifying glass and smiled broadly. "This is definitely genuine, but unfortunately the fingers are damaged. Although I run a pawn shop, I won't lie to you. This is a rare piece. If it were in perfect condition, it would be worth at least eight to ten thousand at an auction house. But there's nothing I can do; a damaged item is a damaged item. I can only give you a 90% discount here."

"A thousand US dollars?" Ma Jie's lips curled up slightly. This price was about the same as the estimate given by the [Treasure Chest Hunter].

More importantly, old William is a very reliable person. He doesn't try to fool you just because you don't understand. No wonder he's been able to keep the business going for so long.

It seems that any treasures I collect in the future can be sold here. After all, it's not easy to find honest and trustworthy antique dealers on the US server.

"I can offer up to $850."

No, is it really necessary for you to withhold this 150 yuan from me?

However, Ma Jie had no interest in arguing with him. For him right now, time was the most valuable thing. He would rather open more treasure chests than waste time arguing with him.

He glanced at the amount required for the side quest and immediately quoted a price: "Eight hundred and eighty-eight, cash on delivery."

"Is this your lucky number, buddy?" Old William was curious. You're already bargaining, why are you even offering odd numbers?

"This is every Chinese person's lucky number." Jack Ma urged impatiently, "I'm short on time, hurry up and settle the payment for me. It's only $38 more, I think it's the treatment that a loyal customer deserves."

"Haha, you're so good at talking, bro. OK, it's your price, deal."

Similar to the last time, old William opened the cash register, took out the banknotes, and lined them up in a row on the glass counter so that the customers could see them clearly.

Then, with the same smooth motion as shoveling playing cards, it is gathered into a stack and handed to the customer.

Ma Jie had reason to believe that before this guy opened his pawn shop, he must have worked as a croupier in a bar in a small town in western Texas. Isn't that just a pure occupational hazard?

They said goodbye to each other and quickly left the pawnshop.

I didn't sell everything; I kept the lighter and stockings for myself.

As for that broken iPad, I specifically looked it up online and found that it's worthless and has already expired, making it pure electronic waste.

So I didn't dwell on the meager amount and casually tossed it back into the trash can.

What goes around comes around; you have to leave something for the local deity.

Open the quest panel; it shows that the side quest has been completed. Reopen the skill library.

[Quantum Tracking]: Mark any carbon-based biological life form within the field of view and permanently display its coordinates on the map.

【Skill Enhancement (Consumable)】: Select an existing skill to enhance, including but not limited to increasing the level, increasing the duration, reducing the cooldown, and adding one or more traits.

【Super God Experience (Consumable)】: After use, the full class skill library will be opened. You can freely choose a temporary class skill and upgrade it to the maximum level. The duration is 3 to 5 hours.

Wow...you've got some skills, honey. How come you always manage to come up with something new?

Quantum tracking... well, in special scenarios, it's definitely a god-like skill.

For example, when a policeman sees a model citizen, he glares at them and says, "You little brat, you can run to the ends of the earth, but I'll still catch you."

As for other application scenarios, I really can't figure them out in a short time.